cleep1000
cleep1000
cleep1000

The world’s oldest wedding ring bearer. When little boys wear a tux with their cute little toddler tummies, it’s adorable. With an old fart in his 70's with Wal-Mart Barbie at his side, no so much.

That’s a clip on bow tie, right?

It’s a really awkward, unfortunate length. Kind of like her marriage.

Hey everyone! It’s the couple no one wants at any party ever!

I think Melania has just realised it may be her “husband” who’s the illegal alien.

I adore that picture of him sitting there with all his no-friends. It sums up his life perfectly.

He looks like a malevolent Christmas tree ornament. Like if the Monopoly bigwig was made into an ornament for Satan’s tree.

I use marijuana to self medicate, and have been for the last year. It’s made a noticeable difference in my mental health. I have fewer panic attacks, I’m able to leave the house on bad days (sometimes), it keeps my hypomania manageable and it keeps my depression from crushing me. However, that shit gets expensive and

I can’t get over how young she looks in this picture. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to be married at 19 let alone into a situation like hers.

The press should give up on “A Florida man was arrested...” and just go with “Florida Man was arrested...” It’s really kind of a Borg at this point.

I moved on the Justice Department like a bitch. But I couldn’t get there. It had all those checks and balances. Then all of a sudden I see lady justice, she’s now got the big phony tits and everything. She’s totally changed her look.

but have you seen this new today??

“I have absolute right to do what I want to do with the Justice Department.”

I don’t agree with you, but stars for “ he looked like that last remaining potato in the back of the drawer.”

It may not have died, but it is definitely drunk as fuck somewhere! 

don’t put little girls in weirdly sexualized dance outfits. Don’t criticize their weight

I can remember the first time I got self-conscious about my weight. I was six or seven. I was in dance class. I was taking jazz. We were dancing to Zippity Do Da and had costumes that showed our midriff. The mothers started making comments about our cookie tummies and cutting down before the big recital. It was like

When the sun throws just the right amount of shade

keep writing it. i just got it.